September 2 – Day 245

Holy flippin’ National Tailgating Day

James and I took The Pickle to Kelowna for the long weekend in hopes of a peaceful and romantic weekend of touring vineyards and hanging out in the sun at the beach

L . O .  L

What an absolute nightmare

The Pickle stalled at every stop and turn and caused us so much duress I ended up having night terrors for weeks to come  (I’m not even being dramatic… the air con in the hotel we eventually had to book made similar kicking in and cutting out sounds as The Pickle and caused me to jerk out of bed in panic thinking I was stalled, yet again, in the middle of a high way intersection in 40 degree temperature, despite being chilled to the bone in my cushy 2 star hotel room)

Back to the tailgating… that just means drinking in/near a car right?

We did get to several vineyards through sheer will and determination so I feel we pulled that much off

We had many pitstops that involved oil and power steering fluid and first aid  (Protip: don’t use a box cutter when enraged)

Also, let it be known, Kelowna is hot as hell, pretty much on fire and, although is considered ‘wine country’ (and thus would lead one to think refined and cultured),  a city that would wear white Oakley sunglasses backwards on its head and drink Monster Energy drinks if it could

The weekend came to a dramatic finish with a final breakdown in the middle of an intersection and having to be pushed by strangers to a safe place to wait for a million dollar tow truck

 

 

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